**Author's Note: I decided being a stripper was a bit over-the-top, sooo.... yeah. Yay! Make sure to comment and check out my collab: CollaborationNationHearts. 
Every Ocean We're Swimming In
VII
Leyla's POV
I frowned as I walked up the stairs and into the main part of the airport. Mom walked up to me and threw her arms around me.
"Hey, honey!" She said. She seemed happy.
"You're in a good mood." I said. I tried not to sound too surprised.
"Doctor says if I keep going to therapy, I can go back to work in a month!" Mom said. 
"That's great news, Mom." I said, picking up her suitcase. Another job for her to get fired from because of her emotional problems, another job I'll have to pick up to pay for expensive things she breaks when she gets mad, more bills....
"You don't care? You're not happy for me?" Mom asked.
"Of course I'm happy for you mom!" I said, smiling. I was trying, really, I was.
I glanced at my watch. I had one last job today, my night shift.
"Hey, Mom, I'm going to drive you home, but then I have to get to work, okay?" I said, putting Mom's suitcase into the taxi.
"But, we were going to have dinner." Mom said, already staring to get upset.
"I'm sorry, but your plane was delayed for almost two hours and I just don't have time."

I ran into Richman's right on time and ran into the back.
"Woah, Leyla, what are you wearing?" Brittany asked, looking at my clothes. They were normal clothes, jeans and a t-shirt.
"I'm wearing clothes." I said. She fake-smiled
"You are going to change, right?" She asked.
"Duh." I said. I closed the door and changed clothes.
"C'mon girls, we need you out here! The game started ten minutes ago!" Walt said from out in the bar.
Great, another hour of wearing tight shirts and pouring drinks for rude sweaty guys that call me sweetie.